Scruffles is a semi-stray cat who lives near Paul R. in Gypsum. He's awesome, a total tomcat with nicks out of the ears, thick bushy fur--but super friendly! Paul feeds him and brushes him when he can and I think it's just enough to keep the old guy happy. That's Scruffles, not Paul-- he's not QUITE an old guy yet. Cats are just the coolest animals, I never tire of them.
Now, photo 2 proves I was practicing my baseball skills this past summer, even if it was hitting dozens of rocks into an otherwise pristine alpine lake with a big stick. I get sidetracked easily by rocks and a body of water to throw them into--my inner caveman perhaps. I'm psyched to play ball again this summer--dare I say it's a better outlet for energy and manly macho aggression than ultimate frisbee? Yeah, I'll say it! And finally, here's an oldie for goodie (and a little sampler for those who wonder what I looked like with long hair!) Sorry it's small and overexposed, I need access to a GOOD scanner one of these days. This is from the summit of Mount Washington, New Hampshire on a fine June day in 1998--almost 10 years ago!
Now, this picture is interesting for several reasons! First off, 3 of the people were my blog links a while back (with Barefootinthewoods gone, John is off the roster). Going left to right, first we see a giant sweaty man who didn't hike the mountain at all. Slacker. The top row we have Kevin Bresler, MEOW memeber EXTREME FIRST CLASS and all around decent dude. Then in the middle, Paul Lenhart of Daily Bugle fame and to the right, John "There's Fortune Cookies in my Sink" Ragozzine, of the ex-great blog barefootinthewoods. Bottom row: there's Lisa, the obvious girly in the crimson colors of Vassar--you may know her from Daily Illuminations (and the only person beside me who seems to actually update their blogs!) In the middle is yours truly with my cool do-rag and pony tail in effect. I would go onto step and destroy those sunglasses about a week after this photo. Finally to my right is dazzling Dave Etzold, who for the first time ever was in the front row of a photo shoot.
The stick that John is holding is the famous beaver staff, an actual beaver forged stick we found when hiking Mount Frissell, Connecticut's highpoint. It's been around, that beaver staff. And finally, one last thing--chop off my long hair and I look almost exactly the same as I did 9 years ago---not sure if that is good or bad!
